John St. John

12.7. 12.18. 12.20. 12.28. 12.33. JOHN ST. JOHN The Second Day The Stroke of Twelve found me duly in my Asana, practising Pranayama. Let me continue this work ; for it is written that unto the persevering mortal the Blessed Immortals are swift . . . What then should happen to a persevering Immortal like myself? Trying meditation and mantra. I find thoughts impossible to concentrate; and my Asana, despite various cowardly attempts to "fudge” it, is {rightfully painful. In Hanged Man posture, meditating and willing the Presence of Adonai by the Ritual “Thee I invoke, the Bornless One " and mental formula. I‘rn hopelessly sleepy! Invocation as bad as bad could lae—attention all over the place. Irrational hallu- cinations, such as avision of either Eliphaz Levi or my father (I can’t swear which I) at the most solemn moment! But the irrational character of said visions is not bad. They come from nowhere; it is much worse when your own controlled brain breaks loose. I will therefore compose myself to sleep: is it not written that He giveth unto His beloved even in sleep? “ Others, even in sleep, He makes fruitful from His own strength.” 5 i7